Friends are a weird thing. It seems like they know all about you, but then they don’t understand you at all.

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

It wasn't so much that I was afraid of the place itself, but I was afraid of the creatures who masqueraded as people.

I suppose I’m the one responsible for destroying myself.

When stones lying warm in the sun were turned over, they exposed the cold, damp earth underneath; and that was where Masako had burrowed deep. There was no trace of warmth in this dark earth, yet for a bug curled up tight in it, it was a peaceful and familiar world.